On Fire

Duration

3:24

Genres

Pop

Lyrics

ON FIRE She writes herself a letter Holds her breath and hibernates She’s emotional She doesn’t know her own Holding herself was better Than any other person that she’s ever known And now she’s betting on the ropes When you touch down to suffocate the past She’s looking for anything that’s prone to last Mary Ann’s on fire Mary Ann’s on fire Tracing the Beige walls Surrounds herself with violins That plays her a sympathetic song By the fireplace and it’s melting her glass heart On a red light street and minutes seem to go by now As if she was never born Even the first times can imitate the last And she’s got a little something for the past